THE RETURN
DOWNWARD TRODDEN IN THIS VALLEY OF GREAT HUNGER
MY WOUNDED SPIRIT LIES DRY UPON THE BARREN FLOOR OF LIFE
MY SKIN A WITHERING ROAD MAP
EASTERN WINDS AROUND ME BLOW
WHILE IN THE NORTH
NO MORE DOES MY STAR GLOW DARK CLOUD IS AT MY DOOR
IN THIS MY HOUSE MADE OF EVENING LIGHT
I SEE THE UNIVERSE - I SEE MYSELF
IT IS IN THE WIND THAT GIFTS ME LIFE
AND WHEN IT CEASES
WITH MY ANCESTORS I GO
AS MY INTERIOR BECOMES COOL
I RETURN TO THAT WHERE FALSE NEVER WAS
OVER THE LINE WHERE SKY KISSES EARTH
AS A SPIRIT I RETURN
MY WOUNDED SPIRIT LIES DRY UPON THE BARREN FLOOR OF LIFE
MY SKIN A WITHERING ROAD MAP
EASTERN WINDS AROUND ME BLOW
WHILE IN THE NORTH
NO MORE DOES MY STAR GLOW DARK CLOUD IS AT MY DOOR
IN THIS MY HOUSE MADE OF EVENING LIGHT
I SEE THE UNIVERSE - I SEE MYSELF
IT IS IN THE WIND THAT GIFTS ME LIFE
AND WHEN IT CEASES
WITH MY ANCESTORS I GO
AS MY INTERIOR BECOMES COOL
I RETURN TO THAT WHERE FALSE NEVER WAS
OVER THE LINE WHERE SKY KISSES EARTH
AS A SPIRIT I RETURN
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